Violin Dreams (a Jem Carstairs Fanfiction)

That night

I tossed and turned in my bed, wadding the sheets underneath me. My dream begins to fade and I suddenly see Jem's face as the beautiful classical music flows into my ears. I sat up straight and smiled. I hopped out of bed and turned on my lamp on my night table. I slipped my slippers on and hurried over to the body length mirror in the corner next to the door. I straighted out my white satin nightgown frantically and pulled up my curly, black hair. I looked one last time at the mirror before I opened the door and ran down the hallway. I stopped at Jem's room, and rested my hand on the doorknob. I hesitated.

I've always had a huge crush on Jem. We've been best friends ever since we were born. It should seem that I should think of him as my brother or cousin, but there's something about him that itches at me and makes the blood rush to my cheeks. His appearance might have something to do with it. His gray curly hair in his light gray-blue eyes. His lean and tall body. The runes he wears on his arms and chest. His smile. Although, he has an amazing personality, too. He's always kind. When I'm depressed or sad, he's the first person to come to me to ask what's wrong. He truly cares about everyone in the Institution. He probably doesn't feel the same way about me though. I think he sees me more as a sister than anything.

I inhaled deeply, then exhaled, before I pushed the heavy, wooden door open. He was sitting down in the high-backed chair in the far corner on the other side of the room playing his violin. I've heard this violin for years. He smiled as I entered the room and closed the door softly behind me. I sat down on the bed and placed my hands in my lap as I listened to the violin. 

He soon finished the song and placed the violin on the floor next to the chair. He smiled that perfect smile he always wears, "Did I wake you?" he asked politely, his silver hair shone brightly in the moonlight coming in through the window.

"No, I couldn't sleep," I lied.

"Okay," he said with a smile ", come on let's go to your room. You need sleep." He put his arm around me, his wrist resting on my chest, as he walked me to my room. He was almost a half a foot taller than me I noticed as we walked. Soon we reached my door and he gave me a hug.

"Go, rest." and with that he walked to his room, disappearing in the hall's shadows. I entered my room and looked in the mirror. I had huge gray-purple bags under my eyes. It stood out against my pale skin and dark hair. My frail frame didn't help either. I yawned as I climbed into the warm, queen bed and pulled the comforter over my head.

Music filled the air once again, helping my mind slip away slowly into a deep slumber.